So it appear I still have no immune system whatsoever and have been consistently ill since squishy bear was born. Coughs, colds and d&v (lush, I know) have become part of my life. Add to that a 19 month old tornado who needs three meals a day, two bottles of milk, bum changes and constant entertaining, an 11 week old baby who feeds on demand through the day, also needing nappy changes and my attention, the fact that I am on my own in the evenings when they both need bathing, feeding and putting to bed, plus cooking decent dinners, three regular playgroups a week plus doing bits for the local nappy library, my housework has become a little slack. We don't live in a pigsty by any means, nor is it a health hazard, but I am drowning in housework! I underestimated how much washing comes with a family of four. And how many dishes need washing. And beds made. And nappies washed. And the list goes on.
So anyway, my mother comes round on a rainy Monday, and takes one look around my flat. She sees the crumbs in the floor... The unmade beds... Dishes that needs washing from breakfast and lunch... The three loads of clean washing that needs folding and putting away...The boys in sposies because I was so behind on washing... (sob!)
And there I was being impressed that despite dying from a horrendous cold we were all dressed, clean (well the boys were, I was a usual mess of greasy hair, baby sick and porridge) and fed! Oh well, can't please 'em all!
All I want for Christmas is a decent immune system. And some more nappies. And a new sling. And a cleaner... Maybe a chef....,,
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